Clemens Brentano: Secret Love

Through life unhappy must I go
Without my rights acknowledged;
Banished from love's dear realm
Yet, always with its beauty seen.

No mere tongue can admit
Or stolen look be sent;
Nor heart that has been declared
Lighten the breast with sighs.

Comfort I seek in the alien night
When the empty long day has flown,
And entrust to it my secret longing;

My night is watched throughout in tears
But the long empty day comes once more,
And my love subsides, quietly, into my heart.
Translation: © David Paley

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